That's unexpected enough to register on his face. He'd just assumed... well. He'd also assumed that he'd eventually have chosen to dump his own dead weight and go his own way, leaving Steve Rogers in the dust.

"Why--"

And then it hits him mid-word, that maybe Steve can't go back because of him, that maybe they'd consider him compromised the way HYDRA has no doubt labeled him by now, and his eyes widen before he stands up so violently it shoves the chair back.

"I wouldn't." He swallows once. "I wouldn't let them make you disappear. You're not compromised. You were following your mission, tracking the shooter, and you found me. I would go with you."

He doesn't know why, but the thought of Steve throwing something important away, of being compromised on his account is awful and uncomfortable and he knows what it's like to be out in the cold without protection. Steve's not like him. He wouldn't make it.